San Francisco (Letra)
Breakfast at the movies
Gatorade and blackjack on the bed
God bless the ugly
Cheap champagne and blackjack on the bed
I was born in America, born with the fists of a saint
Way out of range
Breakfast in the hallway
Pistachios and cocktails on the roof
God bless the hard way
You’re the only easy substitute
I was born in America, born with the fists of a cowboy
Home on the range
